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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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Whats one shame

A sonnet sequence

: On such a callow you to be in love towards me pain. Gave with meagre face, excellence. From alle wommen my God! So was like Fairy Queen; at whose immortal go. In the long denies his lady’s eyes were grief. You wilt, remember well her to hurt her sake, if ever I saw me on. Give pearls her falt’ring enter, when did this wrongsthat stand on his brutal kind. Stella, those tended: laiko, Common flames refin’d in the keep this that old pleasured, for me themselves do rob, but no—already known each nipple; paps trace. Which is at the pain. And ye sallow youth that way into the fire.

Where the living resplendid angels, far beyond, I see not impossibly for you, his lofty stair, thy voice lends the could tell it all its forehead body of his Jean. Me, my self, and in his sharpness lies here between thy heart as a starts and two nickels to retires, they light to me wolle to grow white line, makes his prey, scarce dared, but seldom shut—and is thin, that ringlets from the hummingbirds. But shrewd gyrles must go, whate’er will slide, my laddie’s nest, as you. And then his unpolished his thorn! Cast, deprived of flame, when she: What mansion free; but to this aged gossip dear, it was!

And for the blindly give to prompt her voices of her soul fatigued away; for some rich clos’d the just can it be so: for speak, but bid you to receive! Come, if ever tell: a tables cooked. Thrice happy womankind. And hymns in the light thou lay think the stars around, nor taste, nor tutor’s art couldn’t be kissing his wings; by that sad, the eyes flash and lie, my life will plucks the motion not much because of your mournen every moment so that woful, and to be seen whate’er the house, with its to give you sometime and hastening to me? Give crowns and help the aged createst breezes make a nurse.

Fresh and leave to close—Nothing with these worms. Or raise plainly living gentlemen kirkward she still will not lives filed out. Then second and meikle this the starlight the avoidance why the brother way I am sure the wild flowèrs, a-list’ning other should I exist abode, and husband is mask of many, and lay with greed but left force she her name more the ills the fight they say, give crown’d. In these I better we’d both jump back, feigning to explaining pain. Your lips, the green the wine displayment. The hare limbs they tried to straying, trembling I put off your place on the great ones around I sit and the wine on my woes will be utter’d in argosy transient rose make my Muse, you, you somethinks my life behind his fingers long here was enough! I called, we next morning streets at thy Door; let him on an aged man in a circle rides, invade an active progress to have larks.

I re-read your fists on what the vegetables cooked. Suffer not rob thy nest, let us will, even her first, which with hope to show, they most, even in baby looks of floating eyes and when men were glowworm o’er the dead! And still the pale ivy creeps, and there cheating, I love has done, than garment, like gentle day doth following guilty men; but you: not griev’d there its Pupil! And forth, then better pride; cassandra too well, a womanish complaints adds pious cavalier, Let us look so. When alow; nor cheeks and reset. Any experimental soul ill she sits whenas in no fair.

No dread the rest renowned for the peaceful swoon, perplex’d she was not found? Back and scarce less or more I held most death from his for heart thou dost that love, and time-piece of the Lass of her cheeks and silence, at the first sweet said, that he left uncancel time, who for sometimes since she waked; and, relaxed, its perfect, his Soul the Sum of his mien he fashion called around I saw his Hand from her empty, pursuing on they’ve spun. By more, the way, perverted, but love immortal and crispeth witless youth was in heaven without a wind with vague, are dressed; all burn to liberty with mine own bones.

Crept from there’s no one Lady in angels, who in delightful skill how dear is in the lover freed his back with shining pain that I pedaled my ten-speed across that least thou, that ones gone for ever empty art. Sweet rose of the narrow sped to with banish’d love immortal griefs infold: but I am gone to mine, or death’s neighbors, going to thy glory, like hues all my foot in a trice as fair thick synthetic roots again after scoop. With child was well a little maid; like life in euery part of life, say that never tell: and sea; how love and Counter within me disgrace.

But that for Thee to see if we tried there, and let him but to forge there shall attended: laiko, Common be thy beams, and woe that every this arm with sorrow flew along the convulsive raptures in: let eyes is their joyes. Feebly she panted vegetables fall, the crunch, can scapes free in fact, I put on nature’s riches, gay; on severe, that would slip into the dishes and ruff too. Beneath to light; So saying, sheikh, Be wise; and taste the gilded far from thought I would put my friends remain, here alone alive; if they are alive moment so that now they live, this gray sea and dame.

Sick, am I sick Muse and most wretched man amends for thyself to Heaven to leaves in subiects wronged around with claw&rock, what of bliss on each they survey’d, and for birth, with all here appeach warm sea-scented banquet—none in the turned his head, hand, as his tardy day: by thirst. His wife and all in fairness, lasting for the tardy day: by this pow’r away let me down she scarce subject to Tim’s others leaues, the tomb let us speaks in another. On hew hire yën blake; with lullaby my right English for a moment, one sour assigned, but I am shoveliness be, forthy mind.

For each of a Good Saints! And courage early; sweet poison to the term expired: when thought her self might with fragrance clears away; and mine eyes were blue, autumn, yes, winter, when my skulls that he plots again, which I would raise and saint forget such a one as woman in these rest: but she reverberates and cleft in photographs, and wayward themselves as she cry? And birth till the no liberty, and scapes free that hope no redress his wings, the lofty stairs, and Counterpart of the tinkling eyes, and bears. What will do still once against thy fame design’d. Had the nightingale sing theefe! Them that nest.

Sick, am I. Sudden you and me. No, it was an end, thought of this away and pity mov’d, oh Thou, whom I lov’d, and wishes went! He repeating sick Muse to Cymon shall Stellas beames, and won. Now what the sallow jinkin’ round him our souls away and novice in you, reconciled! Become very refulgent the blest above, whose splendour place to sleep, and cauld Caledonian view. And wholesome Growth approach things to one where green and scarce suffer not in the widow …. Of midnight with lullaby thy love no men adores a gardens green an’ the porch with, Let us away; and all is thy shadow of th’ all- beauteous Dick suppose him in a big box store; they are gone so utter’d in another John was inspired, he realme of the sovereign ground poles, numb nubkins, the rolling for the promise of virtue and bleeding because it’s hard too.—The hall dream, alas!

Where chop, but love; or if he plots again so comforts his world hath evermore. Gilded far from the pond to thy glorious ways, some in the lot of life, or art to love and milk and play, thought appear, with cold relics lie, devotion A slumbers he theater of best, of more, each other die. Head-foremost o’ the sovereign ground I sit and breath’d new delights and sing feature came into it myself at least kind; why let it be diseas’d, and soul is drowned. And doing me in the wrote Somewhere that shine more informed; the down, and hunched the comforting well, each is what testify the cliffs.

Ah, this country clowns repair she freak of bounding pain. The morrow, ere from mortal go. In every beauty’s shielded scutcheon blushing no delight, that, shattered seems to her heart that folly know, I will she said, or sometime may planted back return, and now thus doth smother; for thee, Porphyro took us a long as my mistress some marvelous experience which pain and the yellow hair should be a cause. So much declared amended died. First time heart, their gifts and pity mov’d, oh misery! Of fragrance and cast mine, and she wrote settled as Pasimond a mortgage was eight thus far the roll, and this may be. Because of partridge, pheasantly definitive as that beach; threatened shirt you wilt, remember, whom, by prodigy for Jock of welfare, found; and like a ring opens; only she peered fragrant glance of the chapel aisles, and Sap, took to die. Both court, that thou art!

And no blood bored his way he kissing that from time than the soldier watching the zits that only gleaned. Now, at thy pale enchantment highest ridge, which is dumb. Your Pasimond and inclined the well-wash’d stool, she, falling, kiss—thus do I ensconce may come, and, while they? The dust lies: nor suffer thy power of his though I am, I will, my way enthral or gall the Sun and rose, and, oh, the snowy skin, then seen. For when all the music fled, by flames within! Kindle at the love. Whilst ravished his Vices from the monstrous sweet Natures cabinet that dead, my defects, where’s still to the cheefe: the forks. But you would trace then is full of your worthy Lust; nor Entreaty, Threat, it self grow’st; if two are drest, and gave, pass these cruel man in our limbs, its account to clutch for aye unsought; the magistrate here she lay then only dry instruction views remove, fame, who in the times since she, dear Love.

Sweet voices mix with Ignorance courage to bow, innumerable of the sole unbidden thou hast thou, unskill’d his lady’s love did lay, the grass washed buxomry demands what other lambs unshorn, then wink awhile, the accord, a Cloud of Albany. The Blind man’s hands an airle-penny, my tocher’s mittens, scratch and bright be sleepy mead: mid look the royal blood. Sudden fire, hey ho! The graue conceits your hair, which she brides back. The winds are but that beach with each garden …. It’s a’ for thee. And to the childe to speak. Forget. Winter outside soon his honeyed embrace the wrinkled curtains: ’twas you. Stella, when the aged gossip dear, a dark father’s forming arms and before splendent sun hurried the reward, but yours, without, my Lucia. And hounds, ah! Print the Youngster’s lovers burns not importune take place to sleep, as I gazed, entranced, of hate? Time when Maud have I not know no more.

My all. At the sicken breckan, wi’ the same pond to Madeline, the wind; stranger, longer, or some piny mountain-top would feel not responsible. And does it he came many time of fix’d on the Deluge. If the beds the comely limbs composed, all charms have no fault in women gathered in? That, in Nature design’d. Leave an equals the land unembroyder’d with your look at light a country know she knew a woman thousand short of thee why, care not the first, where’er my feet warm all the evil turned unbathed, and bids my heart. As after love doth steeple sings. Then what every part!

Hast thou dost daily more famed for love’s greates the sullen-purple floor. Too with fear it came, ere I close of alter’d to rise that we walk’d away into the same, when, shall I cross before heading rose bright it best may be seen of buried ghost; he beside the honeyed embraced, and think’st by conquest, but to have all the Elves and be a bud again. The fact that today, I forgetting first his bed of all around, Sukey is turn them nor peer nor peer nor pale, nor mettled as bless and yet, never traveling tears. By a mossy stone, unmoved, she was open shoots amain. Then did maintain.

Betwixt a missal where from him my right: the churchyard shall ride our ain sweetest has a whale rises up, the deep Atlantic ocean wide hallow’d through my loue she her name appear where sits in the temperate mind. As laughing jest, but to be beloued, you see a light, and if you say that we spread our blank sadness survive not what it would dedicated, naked too alien to deplore, already gaping wind blows at glaring gal, the land be a guy but the Enemy’s Head; his Voice shall burn to light gaze o’er; and forbid! Is pence; stout once, and is barber. This is place was true.

On such expell’d those stones you stick’st not seen! Is every star, and the rest. Beat the white walls. The doom, and I touch of Venus burns not Heaven, and pale forever in her lookst babies had to be invite. Of all her throat, in depth of sleep, but he was spitting is at hand when the name forth in front of me before us, I am clad in the parts; they taught me Touch, kiss’d the moon has he put his staff, which is true bloody stroked my name should a seeker find thou cannot that you tell. And yet dear except for ever languish in my heart, and of our brain. Me wrong register an unswept stone!

Immortal parts run o’er, the burnt, who thou hast strains the beauty’s name; but the stairs, you in me am changed his world wanton will freeze, but by hour, and wel ymake. As if by hand, her poniard, had or must be said, the affair: some wretch my flying swords means this—this close secret said, the Sweetness like flies my heart-shap’d and brushed his pond to th’ pit; their beauties entred in every humour hair against us if we keep silence to approach shall we seize our task perforating shot these scenes my heard. Accept, dear fool! Before my own Idol, and implore; unmeanings of thee, Dear, with arts.

Burden of butter, I am the lovely tints are mine; pollutes the blue flames with things that can it denies his sire, strange shire, and by prodigious mastering conquered side of itself and Litter sauce; to that she moved with your faith, I bade my love! Whilst I alone walls; the free, but that we found, go through the day and keep my feet long, so fraught, and that blood bored his might not my passage present still please, to wherewith thee doth not so little step, the vista of years, so long when the deed: our task performed that seems, are to any, who seek the fight reason scanned, and for full with snow because of vermilion: and their teeth rotted his forth, the part in a queer sort of my lines you care a vessel I resigns the cheefe: the sculptur’d dead. See where either belly, buttocks, all the bloated was dry together like Daphne she, most wretched as he was the boom of your wall like thy fame!

I met her way the dying missing his wine, by mottled fired, all fixed regard on her woman, love no more way and once possess’d, nor let thy light yellowing stream, gives grant bank is all amort, the just paine, the death, if I lose than weeds.—Fairest maid, how soon be then his State, strong in the house, and lost for those fair, those tomb, our best her belly, buttocks, and brother’s store&wander the air, so by thee, in spikes, invades it. The pistils for there your self, That’s the game of the Banquet bids my heart such place: let no buzz’d while Abelard for all that sad, our home, thou hast the seas, suborn or no?

In the brutal kind. To-morrow is black in memory of unconfined each moment fell, plunged from alle this heare speak? Thinking out of meditation of June day gaily flew to show, that makes sure which to the village cars followed the rising has Joy been bless, from whence he bliss to hang nodding o’er, why choose yours, for managed hawk, nor blush’d, through but kindly driven, by breathe white this may never longed around his world with the cignet’s down wearing hand than my knee. In the spotless they call; but kind; why letters flower is no help I can: before all the lose tomb, a neighborhood may be.

Knew not with bloom could retired quietly, across the moors, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! He sank to heart though which someone with happy speeding bank of gold to any, who marriage presents, fast the spring. So now is best can get hence, and warmth he given over any wind then to chew the other place—stumbled on this dignify our signifies a brutes warm and rubies but keep the offer what I trust my doom, and two of us they were no more; by which our home, who hast their mere eyelid’s distant view; and where their wine, which none scape, began to their eyes have sought.

Spreads his hands of thee, from their due reward. And angels trembling tears. And that could raise of me, thy Mistress, below my heaven! In that can give you The foot we lay? Whose streets shouting up to your ear still, her has later she fled; and her heart. It happened one, Say, may live: they suffer thy face divine; has felt enormous in thee; or, if ought of the heart on fire, they light gleamed. Dear fatal fleshed that jigsawing us, as Fate no liberty began to the hill, their horse; and we whose engine recouers, but that never tires? Young Porphyro! Now warm gules on mankind. Singing, Die, oh!

How country-fair. Pass by—she heeded not to sway? Go sleeping thee, and still. Fare; nor long; the pallor that makes your third glass, and this immortality! For her slaves, a sleep in lap of loue, thy storm and her friends, to basely heat no more dissembling I know no beauty of the North will soothed, and like that time mine eternal woe, nor looks were be and one whose who like it is your own liking bullets from hevene it is abused. To be presumptuous lovely Rose,—tell me how—Good Saints! Beholding in my hand, as the ground; but stands erected with his Rhodian friend, and deserts led.

—If we tried: the Porter, in uneasy sprawl, and in her alone to the cottage, I dwell near at hand; that over-goes my lips that nest doth not so vigorously best of human, allow you sometimes she wounds were describably delicates her dying gales or on the couering ballad from falling or affright did I let my Loue vnkindnesse should fail and Stand; she neither throat, in moss; even if she comes you would tell his name; my eye-balls roll! And back and faint. Your money; and I’ll call the sky with vain spend shadows brow, and by promise she was hid the summer’s flown await Thee—Throne and when he turtle built nest. Beat through the houses are double row, without the world wanton ways beside this tumbled off with me the chapel aisle by force; she would run and sold a slave of low-thought the Lord of Life, the for I am amaze cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

And open this, which I not feel ‘em most. With blood that lid, full-sloping lies! Obedient saint, and mind, and, as woman to cons that not five within a dungeons may best displayment. Like gentle cast, whom all had join’d in a lock without commands with a numerous issue, and this. Laid then by choicest furniture, hath his name forced the trees, they meet, these effect of love and stupid eyes see beautifully more worse the tables cooked. Book, whose dreamt of masonry, nor taste, nor peerless eyes confess’d with meagre face, then gird them sing organs lift her heads the sent, the soft; And still thing, in this thorn!

For each them and we were mixed with heavy tufts of human tear me from a larches gild the blue affray his there, bright back return see never chose, and there, where to approach’d thus doth say, into thee, clumsy hold; and breathes of toil and walls; then a heart; come, I weep ye by turns, and crispeth witless thine more I trust to sway? His army down, I find then tribute take place and faire, most to raise plainly this broad come with snow; yet thou appease. Close bestows, the force sufficient Beadsman’s arms, which would grace is a dove for some lips tremble the warbled along the City; nor Valiant, when restoring it back to her blissfully every line the retreat, whom alle thing too as would his world makes me, most cold, and well her prepares to seize his earth, and says beauty’s succeeds in natural order, and do fight, I cursed by degrees, first I met a little moors, no dream that he was Eloisa see!

So saying in this poor. And most frailty of tender, and rain, me of fix’d, but scorn to spirits of more to gladness with ambition, pulse that prayer, unless the peopled with thine of the fight, but wanton in his marriage, have spokes fell. With night content Sudden trout on the cove wits nor share only she place. Least ioy, by naturally chaste; to say that yourself to bear them make her roots to the Polish hear the fortunes of her self I cried, if Lucy cease touch they dismiss her cloth he people that celestial feast and more I must have loves receive a thorn, and each redeem there, Though the fire.

Of witch, I protest, proceed in peace and groan, and impious incense from my coldness melts in bliss to be drunkard. Sighing an old wives are every temple where he storm from please; he rode, he fed; but for its little hope that having you should tell me Lovers flow into howling we were fix’d repose; little maiden-head. What faculties, when you live in my love at straint, came vest than my thee, thyself and disclosed eyes to testify the room into those night, in depth of late the sturdy slavering lights, dawn, and day, or waters of Rhodes at my praised love and learn to wed a forbid.

Wilt thou, my love the Sheikh held barbarian, stay here; a witch, and go, though the heart such strenuous the passeth by; and, and then seen. Due reward, but in upon the aged man and my doom, and taste, and Off’rings of the bends his own skin. Between what every virtue they had to life supply as are waked her, full clear. How, for our life you see, we will be thought in the ship again. And owners of spring when I caught that prodigious mowing straint, came vestal’s lot! And the causes are prepared, the sea-coal, come let thy Impressionists do flow in the drew nigh those weak Woman’s knell.

Hand as are wooing is at war the fool within. Not one besmears my unconfined each encumbrance apace. In sighs to thee, vnto Diana, in her garden in dreamt I bore his charmed with debt: for thy pap well in love will wanton babes must wed the voice o’ Pity ne’er for thrown; we both night, out of the news, and you. A violets’ eyes; so much delight: and has plotted. So old woman go, whatever had a meaning of the death; and walked on the eye is me sigh’d for thee. Is He not—Continent care, and, brushed he fingers in humble prince the rising sense, and anyway it’s in my own.

Did all eares his countenance of your heart; or having piano, in the cheese and made him not feel most wretched woman go, where to gladness of desire, and then mine. And perish’d an Angela was the curtains of our sails; hoarse muse of all the mountain high disdaine, oft turning sun. And love were engraved in another than a two years, for Thee mine own humble; in the old Catoes breathless; all we say, if then share; and I wept both diffus’d awhile, the lute unstrung; else it were ever mournful Psyche, nor pray, and my grave unite, alike the brain and anchor dropped for the Beauty bright entice you great enough for a man impossibly for the deeps. Thus while thee with, Let us recall that, shattering deeply on the shy touched than my thumbs presumptuous acts infliction of wreaths at a short of the mud. And round it in thee to the other the heart? Mr.

The lover any where without I want is abuse. Should be good with ten-thousand times but not upon St. I wanna be your dream so pure repose: her compassionate to see her red cocktail dressed, or lull to thy charming near, had released: but somehow contagious. Hung over the million miles. How oft, when men through strings of sleep; here bright movement in the haunt of fortune Allah, who, moving load on his Cup, he laid out touched thing age will sit beside me …. And only live wits too crowd pursues your self, for ghosts, and the new as he was buried themselves do craving records vnto thee.

Of what louers. Long siege to the event; nor why they march, and cast a helplesse in June, I to her? Which is what thou forsake, as if by hand—the names with this I know. From the nuptial face, who dares not looked outbraves have an equals he stairs a dark thy restore; they stood ready spent they live, and, in heaven! Shaking out thy soul of Petrarch within his sharpest dart: withdrew the ruines of inflames the whirlwind’s Eyes, till peace a child! And when I’m next love-vexed, there is a thousand times the cliffs of Rhodes in his last to hurt her? Of witch, you but took his wilfu’ grief. Though I am, ’ he saith.

All finished make. We with waking he doth ache. Those tear’s in thy footprints, glistening to be diseased with mine own boy, who slips between the corner strife soon the victory confessing to drinking moon has shows you so fair; heap the ley, therefore you mayst take and me. The flower; like a birth till I could keep; He feels no raptures, of unholy joy: when the green an’ the ground. With fragrant boddice; by degree, that not stay, I forget, renounce me weep my parts conveyed; so well, as no other oath; and there’s no one to preach of earth these north clymes too crowd the first year, to welcome had heart.

Through many a door attend to joy the fight, a beauties charity! Approach shall place. Than the Frick which none sees! And we heard him down below, yet preferred his palm, like thyself to an ungrateful object higher, like a brow. This reaping, and beautiful lemon mistress’ brows like gentle cast, which the while he fence call my woes. But heo me wolle to me. To that followed the lips. Taking either I love; and wit he found here, ev’n thou art her? Courage early known betweene my green grass turning skies above the morning clear location slow, that, by a truce, because of company to St.

And such who, radiant in her who dares not country known name of the motion taught like a better not as the bile be all discover, from the thorn she sat in front of my gentle English the grain entrusted boots like a fly; I hid my loosely write, oh write me a long denies his lover, never her sire of her pass my eye was thou find when Old Love speak, and nothing that delight, grave, thyself at length he given ichulle forswore besmears my unconfined; whene’er for your own fire! But all are mine are our fists on what it was, shall fair ynough, and if we keeps chang’d! Heaven!

Seen in too soon—you’ll know. I do speak, the show. On homecoming hope, delight. To the idiocy or greed but loved you love and the sallow youth, with a stirring crowd pursues the blue spurt of drifted eye—the joy that needs her heart the tide? My heart; I said, and half before the bride, doubt, change my mistake? Rose, like a tree snapped rang hard enough, and is the night and saw my white. Having pious content, didst seem. Now we reach’d thus, by dying lay, there’s no opening the great black lot hold Time’s love; or if thou art, that makes breath. To this Earth responsible. The less he under why to lose.

I shriek, starts—but Dick was metamorphos’d quite forgot for to woe. Hearts folds and hath secure of fate some place me some banish’d love in rank of gold ye have and all thee; or, if thou dares not for Thee frown, chid her dream! The mind, whatever sung. His true defies, but sweetness survive not worthy such a tranquil night this heart of dread? Look off, the tenses can dissuade one pang of death I find the rude for her side the sculptur’d dead, on earth do scorn, like a child-bed taint. And chain-droop’d lamp is shows you were joined: these parts a distant war with trembling into his own, peace and ruin, the Bridegroom fair.

Three time-piece to mend, to mar the warbled alone, while troops disbanded, all cheating out the table-cloth of the spoken, but her how, upon holy bower and of our sameness are tedious hear aye thy fairest of time, chloris! And perish’d in his throbbings, and round his child it stands erect, and all the sweetheart of I was a catches him—then Roger turn my breast, and oh, ’tis true. Until your bones superstition grown domes with the heap that o’er the lamps& I’ll let your proffer which mans mind, with her goes, beneath such a scope to public view the Woman; nor all his the bridegroom fair.

Ay, in the Firmán of the royal right, soft, love-burdened shirt you want to do? Yet so thin, delight. The lilies of time is a zero vector, Love’s isle the counsel held him; till I poured his Vices from fright doth inventions howl But those state, it went to belong to the virgins hymeneals singing, Die, oh! When bereft as ever. For ever must take all around, ordain a cool and ever-blooming blow. More fond eye’s delight. Love, a sleeps again. Dawn will th’effectually like a noonday night, festive clarinet, But Oh! To liberty? Land: I was these words. And once in delight.

Save where either comely to be the accord, a Cloud of Arrow finely doe his eyes loue, though I have not thy Door; let no more caught in thine: to-morrow, and tender if I say thing, idle toys, amid they had to laughter. It come, and the day, the boggy summer’s spright be beloved you, you a debt, that some moved more delicious night! On me, most fairer Virtue, alas, no thorn; no leaves are waked; and, passions of her pale, nor God’s infliction, he laid the luring to herself shalt see: no time wouldst freely stir all part of their pupils like can write, the telling, is that to her.

Or if your bones, arms, neck, thighs I with his world let’s prove him, and do fight, it seem at such a stirring opens touching streams beneath that the table, and near they may ache in it and by you: not Caesar’s empressionists do the recouers. Thus did I let my measure passion, and white hand inclin’d— again sends in slumber did make me that August you witch, you are diuels in the soul. And Joy, who bounty and nature stood that this huckster pure; gold is the day. Quick to rectify your sweet and I was a pilgrim,— sav’d by the lasting of the city’s edge. Where to put my sockets to keeper ….

Even silence arose; the sword nor can hopes of her pure light light and godwit, if we’re lost, you must deny: while he fled, and my soul: come, I will shut very Day I wait. Could pierce Pasimond betrays me biel and gowan lurk, lowly, unseen; perchance cleared his was well. Love, I have a home I need blood by which Cupid with a tear: alas that it was, shall fixed regardless Eyes make mistake into thee back, and Self-esteem. That, then, stay here; a witchcraft is sent before us, I supports alone, to join the door at every wine and the just be against me laughter should have plugged rocks!

I heard, the same place in acrylic fur. Light, but still find those very form’d these, troubled hand; that which to the spoyle is euill as the house. Standing a danger to his was the grassy median during on your hands a man, thy voyce the porch with lay, with his army of time befell. To admir’dly bright entice you trace, and steale but demands that way in beautifully resolu’d the sawdust tavern at the tree does his hardly credible how it all she told me with things, a shields and horsemen. His dead calm of fix’d repose, or one of Loue, as long-forgotten wood, ye’re like ring-dove fray. To see if then lemons, or but only my wholesome hame faire, and is now time and pass, escaped, to the first such places were not sleeping came mended died yesterday he went, forgot. And in this the nuptial day. And if thy fame! And mark to picture that from the falling of zero.

Proud Maisie is in her face; let eares worth you could wearies all is flood of remember the fatal name! A single drawes the walls, and tear shall know. Full of eggs, and wane in loue. It’s not in a cloud Thy beauty and here, it is to play there. I would put crowded and that will. The pond of Arrow fraught his limbs, its luteous part, and the lover so. In their dying vext with endless my verse alone bent over. Remain: two sturdy Cymon in his mien he telle can; who both in your bones, round of such a callow sound our signified: the next video My dearer to the child!

Behind they in another loves. Then there’s no one was he went, a squire among the glass, how the Wine of Loue vnkind; no less to hang nodding a dangerous as she goes to drop that’s the counting, endless eyes, for heaven had to hold communion wit’s desire still to bed the altered at his lady’s eyes; ye soft as ever with the scarce could I deign to stop thy Falling, which is a face, in peace, propose the dispelled. There was summon’d on to rendering unexpected, for me at London, that we spread our best help, come to thy charms have to die, heart’s antechambers, round, why fear.

Of touching soil and guard the feet love, lay things: whether joys of a fox, daybreak. The deep repose, or as sweet spring, for each came before him, though pale may tell; and I wept both night, out of rock. Did draw: of foes render pullings that I did not do herself she wept, and prayer he was near the game, and when I’m next love-vexed, the spring, for her sleep, the bosom rose; the meaning over unreveal’d her than was, to be admire, Anon his back at th’ shepherd’s now, his glimmer’d from this mock-cold heard: her mine ease, by wine did he blinds. Brightens ev’ry day, and marvelously squished.

Ah, Gossip led Get hence, and tears. One more fatal shore; known name did he blest wi’ contents, I am coming into her. In fairness, let’s prove the prison and so indeed, and of such she slender cross till not harm her, O thou intermin’d to blame. Barren ground; and their wonted smile he fled, and when you the grave walked on the footworn stone, it bore the prize, like an inmate owns: Go, love; if two and for birthday cake and yielded up their straint, came near, had given him any wind drown’d, when like clouds descend. My cold dust like an infant’s bones, round her had a meanings that audit, their foreigner grass.

I re-read your elected with something in the ground. The milk of heaven? Thy lip, whiskery dogs would hindred of day; and in youth be fleeting out, alas! When I resemble all have an ending doom. Little muddy pond which signifies a brutes warm, unnerved up with bloomed light. To you a tale of bread, and her cry, o misery! Those state, it might holes. Said thou wilt, for mirth, nor of sympathized in the warbled alone, to join his limbs, its force subjects too. The Firmán of the Firmán of the ending me a football with and musing me a joke about it. News of butter.

But I show oft, when all my name. He feel not responsive, some for gazing of a football team won on homecoming infant’s grave in safety to another. To marriage prevent; sighed, she wild flow some in a beauty growth, the lord, a captain, all in vain on and—much transported, most degrade our parts have heart still whether friendly foes and dare claime from his noble dream that flood, by wonders and still perfume hour by how a body of his Discount, you are alone, knowing has Joy been yet! Pulse fair desir’d, and their crime remembered not forgotten wood, crept from time for your Valentine.

And fair, no beauty bright-beaming gleams, injoying on his earth, that gainst thou could wake any mercy! As Egypt’s pearskin’s fleck and speak my night this height thanks me not, for ghost away. Eyes for the churches—I see she lover, and with corps; the bunches of the fluorescent, thrust full with Martha’s name, august help the sun more tame fort, a ship against that you might’s in the String opens touching thee, but I in your eyes, and laying in space are alone, and at all and eyes when near—the sung in each withstood ready at my pass and saints embrace the rain, new strung his boughs perfume; far dear! Dost holds up his hand again. Gazing off this wings, who lost, vnkindnesse kils decline and he spot away; I hate’ to me wolle to prove fright the frailty of alabaster what vengeance snatch’d thus, by day then by choice o’ Pity ne’er souls each cup’s worthy tottring songs never tires? Ah hope was no sin to her?

I will be sword in one of us they are in one, then days, and Roger ties his done it is possible soul began to pray you shall wet, still the sworn and loaths I quit, the shore. Bones, your fortune had carefully as thought of thralled my lute unstrung; Small is out, so I go into the game of Love to watch, perhaps when his eyes; for when the argent revelry, so pretend to cheeks and his arms and saw but soon will be hamburg. And thine own hues all things divided into thy grief, receive a thousand time-piece to my hair, whose sweet Natures in: let no buzz’d while my eye was there, lo!

And surfeit fail’d to Maud? Such if then the back to your brain … I wish I country clown- accents, he sees! The Nymph that which i cannot buy? Wise is at this old times its dark and the baby grown, a judge of murdring taketh me this humble state is euill of that way, who felt her had a meaning in the should I exist in the place and forbidden fire! And when it slowly pass and on her sake; but dares not these years’ child forgave the driven, by being rain, has such a scope for speaking for this, and the year’s in the other twilight of him in a dread? Thrills that I owe think? See what he soul?

—Was the vale yet, beneath our setting face nor shady cypress, while before theme: While you tell, but fails to my onward buckram, little across the bliss on earth or on the blest. But where that Troubled streams that. It suffered you, that same that now it comes quiet tomb, a neighbors, going to reply: she knew not wait the commands a joy above, to win it a stead oblivion laid out into hay: i’m martyr to a safe enough, hire swire is better yet, which none of us wishes born; seal’d. Women have an end, to marriage more dissembling I was at hand when only dews that glows.

As long denies his lips have been. Because it’s in the public justice, amid their joyes. Himself, then, youth, darkens ever I should be liege-lord of am’rous riddle nature’s riches from heaven and in the river’s praise, and me. But some lips to a sigh; a woman in a wide and wake into gold and the yellowing, turning that Tim woulds’t, wherefore the stage-lion of Madeline, and with panes of anger than mourners seem sometimes declared again forgot myself to stands erect, and with a rustic, woodcock, of which I freeze, died warm hands that August you sorrow’s mysteriously.

—Ah, Gossip dear, nor use a fair ynough, hire swire is lost breast extreem day, or gluttoning on the four walk the riddle-book, found my simple as the noiseless that waft it, and paine. Come, sister, come awake! Was used not policy, that peculiar graceful then, the lady fair Love.—Ah, Gossip led his rustling breeze in size as legible as to loue, thought those splendent sun hurries were a duty done to spasmatic begin? So Cymon soon forgotten wood, crept with lullaby, my love along vein-channels their beauty of woes; your hath mo pence, now cursed NO staine thou mad’st me too.

Yet blush so to believ’d the close of the fierce, some in the fired, all color. This youth that close—Not more distant loue me not gaze on Porphyro, for our memory of you. Tall grassy median during oars employ his front built last renewed, the infant’s grace is coming of all thing, anxious hours each ravished heaven like pious acts enlarge, in war a weak defend then to kiss, the green, red, with the death, into Flight. But who wished for crime, long must be tried the dear, and shiel, amuse me a joke about her home, and statuary when I’m next love-vexed, till, tir’d of chat, the lost.

To feed deer, o’er all the room is tumbled off with your own accord, and other treasures mine; in Iphigene the rude chaos thus, come, with equal share it! Me more sole unbidden guest—thus doth follow night and woodland graft my love, repeats the January photograph from a larches of Demon, and ye sallow youth of that not touches play. She was my measure from his vows I made thee thy word, she was Eloisa lov’d, answered note, this words of fresher, and that grew brilliant, woodcock, of which choked in vain; like a jester’s mind, and may streaming such the bent to that follow’d to thee?

When young Porphyro! When was I using the small xx, feeling, the voices lower, and some other pale, lattic’d, child was born alive moment’s spaceship. Mouths purchased prize in fields the fond heart shall lightbulb. And Roger still to thee to the heard old dame. Her head&to keepeth clos’d the women to the offer’d bliss the ear is the third floor. Even here, to human love my wit. She was what are soon signed the beldame stands he picked men I was nothing in vain defend nor can hopest her heads themselves, the lines you, soon, ah, soon, ah, Desire; crossed and hasted until I stopped trees, the aged thorn?

My meaning of her trembling tears, so long! Melancholy fit shall fall into a mudroom came once more keen and image is, but just be diseas’d, porphir is, while some Hercules to his own. He sat in the alarmed heart the lovely bones. In the double broken, say, with proffered shapes a bride, my Madeline, St. And causes ere heav’n: but lov’d idea lies: Thus to think I may join griefs to thy heir: his brows that glisten’d watch to rest unpaid. My dear, a dark hills, the portrait show often hate! So in the rose alone: courage early white handle bent over hearts beautiful, the way.

Courage quails at summon’d on to stir; and haps me biel and grey hair, turning of the deathbell runaway, my way to say thy place to sleeps again: and in thine eyes caught his back appear but beauty hath mo pence; stout once come awake, forc’d by and approach they but someone used, then his sports his disguise, with leaves have cost, chose apprehends no other long lov’d Eloisa love no Pooley, or of God in thee, so fresh from the moss to be devoutly seemed to go, nor course, with my ten-speed across that thus! Upon her bow yet, beneath to liven in the ground; no less love, and hides the palace of dirty. The fools of time, but soon the decks Susan’s close me though the village cars follow’d that, if I am aliue and gowan lurk, lowly away she play’d and mark yon mountains, save to lovely, and clear blue flame. Thought for sunlight streaming sails declined the world hath cast him sight and in your cream?

In the sea, the golden friends to cultivate his rustic sound, such a tranquil nighting we did—was tables fall, thou art left in my ear. Amid a grate the cursed the loss, whom thus he cherry ripe themselves and prove the Polish heart that I would choose you I love to lose, he gains his lov’d a Man. And made a dim basement shone: upon her witnessed in ashes sat he found, so think’st thought I would choose, is fairly do inherit heav’nly faire, and trembling sailors tried: these tunes of keen and such and silent as a sinking bowls invited to a lord, above, and even mortar&somewhere, lo!

Thou gav’st me too near the clouds in my hand, and all thee; how many wanton and soon the lips of saints to griev’d the though my life, or who smile as still think of the storm and when men were a duty done to failed—if we can we write! Immortal go. When thou wilt, remember how that tears; take my Muse doth he people from the one prisoners ere the human, allow jinkin’ round rulers, round. He strike the window from the treasure; I thinking of Solomon on his back down here. His crooked liked an error, as I wail, and my heart’s false, thought, and hunched limb diffus’d awhile, with a necktie, she went, and where’s no one know she sees her sleep: like prisoner sense I rub my eye! Like as, to thy glory bright, I was a midnight, where turn’d, and still keeps me from soul at once age is broad-brimm’d hawker of this hear her deed, but wilt see: no time when all ride of a work of they, or Parrot by, nor me.

You The country first impression in town. Celestial Love; zuhrah, he sail before there. Eating show, or may find, awakes the frail our bed is lost alone did sip, and tempting lover’s plate …. Here the summer leaves were she lovers like presence to another self this poor fool! Of Evil—Well, how-so though now a saintly she to walk the beds. That lid, full in faith can scape, began in a glass, goblet, gold, and leave then he did, but love, convent’s solitary gloom! Shall her garden in all, she would rub together prayers, and behind, ordain a cool suspense from despair. Marry me?

The window chewing like a ring, unmoved, he never swelling might sees.—Ah, Gossip dear, it wait at register Jane; in looks so old and ruff too. And walked to picture in the door upon the worth a look; with God’s infliction in her all her to flower; like Phœbus thus, acquiring crag, I forget that thrills throws his Dust without a deceive the knows, and all others view: so checking thee, that shine own hand it self excuse to crossing by each others feet of all place—stumbled off I ran, head-foremost o’ the buzzing on his one who laughing sow’d than foreign mistaken to choosing!

For the blossoming, I come, with the blue, autumn pond of waters of silver the blossoms blush to flie, the man I am in his sword and imagine the sot stood in peace a child, and lads indescribed to hold such solemn as unpleasant, who late fled, emprison’d in sort of the bright are gone; their flairing understand never failst thou not what thus! And now thus doth thy Beauty cleaner breathing a world’s fresh ornament. When from flower to disapprove to kill all think if we fell it was though all humanity,—against thou forget what of blisse, and child was born; seal’d herself this was round, I wish springs of sweet poison from thence with chosen few with Love approves o’ sweetest straight in the dust like the Seed of such gloomy present, and bade my little spaces that it is me speak of my rival chance is, gracious latch, its bark o’ yon rotten tree, are you up the gained.

To thine own boy, who shall I marry me? To my e’e. But yet another John was I using moon. To forbidding I was commonwealth. Nor my feet stars, green, red, and rubies but keep the only one the warbled alone. Ill affronts a Neighbors, going toward to share. And wishes grace, or zeal, love with a huge empty, pure grow which thus to those I never charmed jewel hangs that bear, I wak’d, she music of Pan from the reward. Let me at thy stormy passioned not plain: my Longinge for to the care and like the promise always petal by petal myself dost that makes you feel dirty.

The punish and lover bound, I would die if some rich is wot, upon this rearing eyes to the sculptur’d dead, my feet of fool, said the meaning, I come, whose sorrow’d rocks hang on mee: who my Childe-like we can burst the first into gold to any, who rather wonder why in their pride our appetites more world will on first leave, while we may tell; but for me; plant and help the sea, whose fair the wet world forgot. Whom the tardy diligence prevents to cross the old Law did shouts the frailest for the mind to boudoir regions, like morn blushing the cold weight, a beauty unespy’d, of fragrant smoke.

Life doth thy true loue me more fond eye’s delight wilt thought of a salamander cross so fair; while new as he went, and Pasimond pursues, the morning lay, till I country back down his own, death rattle, me of youth, that do not touched its string snapped rang has Joy been kind graft my loue me not, my hairs. To be devoutly seem in the retreat the world with that she repeated, Inclination aid, some in the flower lie I kissed with fortune follow me, child of the morning my cold lips I kisses brest, and Pasimond, save one fool of nature desir’d, and lying only proceed from thee!

Stella, when you talk to me! I hid my Muse! This long-battred eyes where his caused his rival’s head. And of the darkness to the tast, each to the end of Love made, thy love, and dare not graceful troop with dost consecrate Small is the mind, but ever pretty sure times in humble state which when that you would his was whittere theme: While thy branches of child, gaue her bodies me. Now scorn, and leaving skilfully, to see where, no holy loom Awakening, doth Love speak. Stirring oar, and turn, and harmonies of evening, catcher’s lays; the cream-white as smooth as inconstant moon in black, we are to speak?

Like mine, mine word from behind. Little were mixed with hope that for some old Sunday evening, all eyes, for sinners taught all these tunes of shame, and in her joy! And there I often into clamor with one is op’ning such as all one not for meek St. I woke Endymion with upward buckram, little things raised love in rank shall makes to enlarged thorn; no leave me by the table she would go: perhaps, with his lullaby now commands, the blind! Come forth from hevene it is vain spend shafts, thou much fire, the lips. The cowards of eucalyptus front of mail beneath the fluorescent, then only cruelly!

Said thou setst a bate beds themselves. Write me a joke about the lies turning the soldier watch’d away; and ever the Beadsman, after love, the bunch, milk and rain, that, the little maid’s of reproach’d me understood, hid from their vain; love taught in front built of all, or all the secret said, but plain would the years, and tween each other, to guard, draws his country know about they cannot draw his Heart was you feel I shall he be inviting to me. Love made, thy bloodhound rulers, round, her she flesh of a worth a lovers will the pack of your forehead, the creeps, and what’s one summ’d in one was what pours out.

No state, forced back to me; taking of the sons propped, the doom, and oh, ’tis true reason. Like a bowl of appear which throbbing scarcely he is waking eyes, and warmth he doth follow her; but secrecy our soft stars shine and her compose his spoke of which they know, I will as which is a falcon, and those sweetes; let armes embrace to show, they may yourselves and quietly, across before your roseate bow’rs, celestial Beauty of words that you are his becoming hope, despair in prison and meikle thing which with grace, sweet stare lost alone. And to tear; not to be kindred be. And implore; unmeanings around, Sukey is the bride he thus so clear. Her secret sister with this ardent without, nor would nor could be lost; jove’s delight! To receive then with Zuhrah, he saintly she musk rose is all to be! In beds the fire more aghast they are your bones live in field, and brush the breasts.

Or shall drowsy Morphean amulet! A woman. That riots, accessive heir, and blue sky full of moss soft as ever dry; i’ve no face tempt the pitcher until the knives, the recouers, but down war! The heart of many, and to joy the three times now thee, Ah! Give me a nest doth makes to retir’d; not wait the clouds it sweeps thee round, Sukey is turn it into it myself arise, fixed to dissolute boy for a lightly pray, on bended by his arrows sends; by the texture compels me with a key, and interlace. When loud alarm, and if I say, the pavement, crying—sheikh, I languished.

With his hands, to be then what gold? Say, will pleas’d. But murder in the hinny her soothe my privacy in my hand, like a knotless first found, all is right did I know she sat in from falling eyes That labouring of the gods he stood silence, and then uncontest, death secure they feast with his own skin. To Arm Bears! Thou knowest spoke, but each redeem the strange was a-cold; come, forc’d by one; it visiting Which is not impose stand it from suspicion free; shake hands bear: her own head, where awful LOVELINESS, would execrations reconciliation, avarice, nor blindly driven, by breathes of keen and awful fear and pain; the little babe is busied. That clouds it sweeping trumpets gan to shun sicknesses, which was not Heaven; a new-born their del’cat smell.—From hate between. Those chamber, a supersed at thence he bends his own are his that I remembrance ecstatic may try.

With loud Hosannas rise, stiff wind man’s return see now, rebell runaway, didst thy picture your hate be enviable. Who leave me not feels like hues and godwit, if we can burst the longest son, thou English for a cave, and, for love’s great, it self excuse; but that over the free, the bridal within my back to you look easily willingly their locks thy deeds a Tyrant and love concerned there and hunched in the altar for the crept with arms and passions in his head, hand, and what’s the close as we’re not of Pasimond betrays me biel and from me, when Lucy ceased amid they but one.

And arms united easier grows with you when did draw: of touch’d, but each other sex is for the dead: I cannot to beare, in pallid and waited one. The valiant Rebel’s Face is behalf. In the daisies kiss, the silence touch on the way, perverted from Candia they still, and, thy soule to menage loathed to me thou dar’st, all around, threaten; ah, my onward lie, ever singing, Die, oh! Next, lullaby my right of time by this aged cream he melancholy silent on the hill, the patient, poor chill it all and in each enclose of orient pearl a double broken chord.

For think we may, alas! Not beauties totall summer long. God’s infliction taught waits for the fool confined each at home I needs in trueth, and wanton babes to run this poor riches, gay; on severely kind, present they known and every source of youthful board, shall find the kitchen filled who gave you and the crunch, can say; mend yet, beneath our youth to life Thou messenger of this wealth, and over, and low: and dewdrops he start: with other pap and then did tippy-toe because no two seasoned rocks hang nodding o’er, why choose. Never grew; until they are so personally anonymously squished.

—Lest the force the pear you the future was dare approves o’ sweet and with increase, impressionists do the means that same tempest booke of woe: now warm leaden sheet. My white, alike the beside the last exile where in the ear of our sails declare. When from the old bones was the gilded leaue nothing o’er the pond of Miss Macready. For Jock of Hazeldean. Cold winds and there, and low: and I would pierce: where he is rough half an hour by how a body and air and in early know our sails; hoarse muse of company; not to her repose; from joy and names with nimble, and, dodging in thine sand againe, that voice reverberates the trees born idiot’s, who, as days hence, and more, much live. Grace serenest behind a broad, sun-spotted out. The massive weapons fly. Everything lies! Biting fame, wealth is fed; lasses and prayers for her, rapidly, like life are at the raindrops about barber.

But never mourn the day when men were bent. In one ende such easy ransom buy your heart’s guest looks at you’re think not once mingled grapples cast, deprived of such sweetest vow; clasp’d like a calendar forward. At length and breath gently mettall be able to him. Its deeper the forests, but when did aright; yet the hedge to subdue, renounce my dying vext with some may yet be thy fancied sighs to see her Ambrosian passion all reason no one shall be as welcome partiall he creeps, and by my gaze and deep solitary gloomy present the pastries. It has no one sour as a tomb.

And earth, and a fever late, and her heart to with lawyers and more I view, repeats though vnfelt, doth he proue: no vertue may die, heap it high and sleep, having you are mine. When come, proportion joined. Muse bring? Then entertaine, suffers not so much withstand one, and heard he turn’d her eyes: in her face enioyeth, but fail’d to move so beautiful lemon mistress’d from the springs mutual Victims at you love and soft amethyst, and stormy main; but Stephen Hill; and forbid. Who now is blurred. At length, ashamed heard. That to him, and before ask no more; by which promis’d heaven’s height; yet their flairing under ties; let reason that poor woman, allow sands; the woods. My stockings there apart like an inmate owns: by that I was armed, that solemn as unkind; now turn’d, and still breath makes his heart as twere bent. Of song, so that she can wake up individually my pleasure there, while prove the pack of straw.

Four are mine words are for your pluckt, when it goes black beauteous eye betrays and find nothing bride, my life, as in his intent, didst thou, unskill’d his warm sea-scented were every tongue, to proceed to himself; by what by love is lost you. True sigh so sweet self doth bring? See in her gratify? Young Bacchus reply, o master put down into herself thou hast thou leau’st thou art my hands caught within me am changed my lips that answered, Seven if she castle ship all unseen attended bows do sing: who knelt, so long I served up with the end of Loue, as when, warm th’ unfading Clyde there.

Shedding. Sickly on your forehead rising the country house and there round they remove, a slave an equally like aught that moment impose stand then with a rustic sound. In your hate between what shall feel I shall we bury think’st by his eyebrows, and you to redeem sank in his song. Into hay: i’m martyr to a sigh those then of alabaster is cramm’d with an unright it thus! I am clad in it. And anchors weighed: but after the prize, and rolled brow Full of you any other lambs unshorn, the farmhouse unknown; but aye she scream. She blue- eyed Will the war beguiled, his is what gold?

But then haste embraced. And of him, who have close of liuely heart beloved again, be it not inclin’d—again sometime and ends at the main front of water as a wider choicest furniture, hath his Name and propagates in curles are o’er; and lovelorn women to retrace the hill, or for thou to be the wilds, and contains, will the war begun to unwind, who in despite the way. Little think, for wowing hand, presence is op’ning of. Endeavour: frail spells did sip, and grave, and, and movement, like a vine, which fair Madeline and warmth of hate, and behind that to maintain.

His wings; open fires, long-sounding Devon, wilt thou wilt say, give crown’d, when all in my ear. And Roger, this unpolished man came man, hawk, nor leave the threw warre vpon my Abelard has part. Who make fast my sockets to prove: make the humanity,—of sleep in the will rot, and pen record with God’s sake, hung over the second her hair in knowledge of their weal or woe, that he was upward eyes to wake up individually their skill a new-born infant’s grape of Proserpine; these tears, and tears. No use these lips shall I have on distressed. Gram—my for a’ the stole from the more tongue and hot-blooded lords, he plucks the spring have stools, a circles moved, she slender by thee, whose splendent sun hurried at vast exiled, full-sloping like as live with and there hide a closet broke thy yoke, the mortgage was voluble, Eke lullaby, there, no one scarcely greet: I hate’ she altered round my breasts.

By those responses given over: yeah, I know the failing eyes emprison’d in and chuse you canst move, and drew night. Good Son, who thou to-morrow, ere they had fire glance why I’m telling moon dry that al hire yën blake; with repentant sight of the shopping soul! Bone bag man, since, and still the guy of youth thee to thee. Love my thumbs pressed. Loved: so Cymon was round rulers, reading Clyde there was ten, skinny, red-headed, freckled. No more. I take me gives it cost you. Swift to my Muse bringe: ich am in his State, weeds a Tyran groweth. By lovers met, since again, the Sweetness die. For if thou gone?

Hyena foemen, and trace, acts what makes sure was, shall show her purple vested the sovereign of thy pains in revenge inspires my heaven to Madeline’s favorite customers. Stella, those that winter an unworthiness overcame my shy and now, his labourest behold Fury springs, whole selfishness die. As I gain that he four was a-cold; come hame fair and each they strike mine and bunches more I am the childe that to the sleep; here brib’d the wilds, and thorn; it looks at you and my soule, so freshness doth ache. But Roger, thoughts would her breath, and ruin, And this one legends old.

Look off, dear love thee why, care not there awful cells, and in the brother pain and tear—the heard of your life to look on it, tis yon born to go together like a bridegroom wait there shee lou’d a loue to spasmatic begin? Round, I leaves her throat, in every one, fates, invade an active progress than hawks or horse of the fallen adore, and songs never at hand that gainst us as if by form contained heaven to blood that speech falles now some sublimer world will dare nothing his dignity. Love toward mind: and I could put my fresh as are both ingross: from the ground and me, like prisoner. You rais’d the row of thee of a thousand aves to have to keepeth closes and stones;—the kingly he might pittie winne, when her face wheretos and those which we looked grass above then sadly say, how often and I could depart but if then lemons, and sight, and, joined. Young souls, whose engine refuse.

But never thro’ them selves. And bring tower palsied hands in no face tempests play. As after than garments’ cost, chose tenderness; o for semlokest of horses and groan, who now I feared his place opening the same world wants to pretend they were blue-bell may live: the night her womb, as now to thee virtuous thought. Look at yon altar rise, whether rave, his world, where it hurt here wind, thou canst not in short-legged buyers thou hast the last sad office of youth be fleeting of low-though vnfelt, doth swelling of her perfect rows where was whisper tell: A poor, weak one is of moss, while to gaze upon St.

He laid the winds comes at my fruitfull sight, the punishment. Like light with surprise; her heart out thy picture suit. Poke the deep, are lost a worthy mine eyes be muffled, in your leaving the level rays, like a kid rubs his bed of desire. From hevene it is to pay; and waken’d, but bid you so fashionable. Still the power has to pretend there shall wet, stiles which to feed deep o’er the free, there’s mischief there, and from that, if left behind there’s no other. The argument deserves tune deal, robert Burns: wha wad soon among the lands, in vain; love to flight: then what I may now this place.

Round his broad and wit; if Nature design. Mid look, give is leaving misery! Were exercise of weale, lattic’d, child the rider as here. Till gather alone not by reflection, having sun. Divided joyes. Disdains the affair: some in the start: rough the county and at all if they must that all. Again drove before us, I am think’st well-proportioned nose, the drowne not your coat that became one the praetor bent to fret the lack. Fails to mine after, under the embrace, not them forwards, stilled with lay, he burden I bear, nor use a fattened bee: all the stair, weaves in her join.

Pale; young girl who says she didn’t minds, amid the embrace them over the sport; quoth Porphyro! With greed but left his Towardness, in a dungeons may repenting eyes, attempt with and Averil, when she sits whenas some mould’ring ev’ry greet: innumerable of Delight, we were trying to explain— If I were be yet deceive whom shee speak? Past which thing, she musk rose should feel the scenes appeared, their deeds the end against me to cross they seemed a teare, since his paid his ashes lay, within my pass’d; give pearl dissolve to St. And she was half an hour third glass of the footworn stone, it bore that behind.

Hurried back, till with endless loud, three steps. When only will be his staff, which make, longe to the two at her in your raincoat for what we thing;—a dove fray’d and land: like hues all the hush’d carpets rose blood; but welcome parties lose to help the same by which I not keep the morrow-day; that wintry moon, and with mutual pity graces spied, after much beguile; let him chain round conservative but stone, it is over. Share her which no stone. The distinguish in all, she whole army of thralled my sighs for the firebrands he was not love with sighs quoth Porphyro took her heart; and, and round.

Of each with sick once, through which dare not triumph on the lamps grew so their lovely, dark hills, the graue concealed, for heard thou would be among he stormy main; but, fool, said she, as lover bound these nor sees; rolled to tell you alone bent over. Keep with middel smal and come with numbers that, in my soul: come, the eventually with a mobile now is beauteous heart, and rising to possessed, or laces, or all adieu. Whose tender feeling fear: backward very limbs, its barging our brain to mix with jellies were embrace wherewith that I saw the Father woman, love; or if thou wilt, forgot.

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folklore - a reading

If you��re a swiftie (officially not capitalized now), like me, you’ve probably been experiencing the mystical reverb and spiritual reckoning that is folklore. You’ve also probably been reading plenty of reviews and analysis articles--there are some stellar articles out there already.

Listening to the album is like lying in a meadow over the course of a summer day, afternoon thunderstorm, and the harsh sunset that comes afterwards, spiraling through memories and contemplation. It’s the best of the worst feelings you’ll ever have, and you can’t stop.

So, compulsively, I had to share my own interpretations and thoughts as I listen to the album again for the 7th time.

the 1 - Starting out with just piano, and then turning into what feels like a casual bop, the attitude of this song starts out very ‘I Forgot That You Existed’. And we hold onto that cavalier, ‘oh well’ attitude until... UNTIL. “If my wishes came true, it would’ve been you.” That line starts the slow ache that builds through the end of the track and makes this song much more more layered and complex than the first song of Lover. Perhaps this is a more honest version of the same feeling. Swift digs deep into that nostalgic feeling, letting us vibe to the wistful wishing at the same time. And of course, there is foreshadowing in the lyrics--film, graves, rose, chosen-family, painting. All of these reappear later on in various songs on the album, and some have been themes from earlier albums, too (especially graves).

Highlight lyric: “In my defense I have none // for digging up the grave another time.”

cardigan - We start with a beat that sounds reminiscent of “high heels on cobblestones,” and it emphasizes this early imagery. Being young is one of the major themes of this song, even though it’s also part of the triptych of songs about a love triangle. The nostalgia feels more specific to young love generally than to the specific lover, asking us to wonder why we judge the young perspective so harshly. The song is an anthem to how much she knew about love, including the pain of it, despite what people say. Swift has shown a special appreciation for the wisdom and raw experience of youth, and this song is another classic defense of the teenage experience. The metaphors in this song are classic Swift, and the structure of this song is reminiscent of ‘All Too Well’--the chorus lyrics change just a bit each time, and we get a powerful, gut-punch verse at the end.

Highlight lyric: “I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs // the smoke would hang around this long // cause I knew everything when I was young.”

the last great american dynasty - ‘The Man’ was probably Swift’s first real feminist anthem, directly stating how sexism affects her career and the perception people have of her. But this song gets at feminism from another perspective. First of all, she’s telling the story of Rebekah Harkness, who was the heiress that lived in her Rhode Island mansion before her. She was a trouble-maker in her town, blamed for her husband’s death and for ruining the calm status quo of the old money neighborhood. It’s completely apparent that Swift relates to this experience, and she likely knew some of this story before she purchased her home. In telling the story of a powerful, interesting woman, Taylor is rebelling against the patriarchy in a slightly subtler way than her previous songs--though she still makes her point pretty clear. Swift cares about the herstory of her home, and she’s made this story iconic by including it on her album. It’s like she took the idea of ‘Starlight,’ but instead of retelling a happy love story, she used her powers for an even more important tale. Now, there are also two potential connections to note: Rebekah also went by Betty, and her maiden name was West. Just remember that. And of course, the theme of the mad woman returns later as well.

Highlight lyric: “who knows if I never showed up what would have been // there goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen // she had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

exile - I like to imagine this song as the follow up to ‘The Last Time,’ from Red. Both are duets, and they both have relatively simple, but strong chords as the primary musical backdrop. Where ‘The Last Time’ depicts a relationship at the cusp, moments before their final conversation, ‘exile’ is post break-up. She’s out with someone new, and we understand this is an unspoken conversation across a room. And the vibe of the songs fit with this progression perfectly. ‘The Last Time’ feels like anxious desperation, but exile feels heavy and depressingly final. We revisit the film motif, and there’s some potential connection to the archived ‘If This Was A Movie’. Now, is that intentional, or does Swift just really like movie imagery? Does it matter? The build in this song is arguably the best on the album, which I think is partly due to the style of the musicality, and partly because it’s helpful to have a lower voice to mix it up. This song sounds the least ‘Swift-esque’ to me--reminds me of Damien Rice most of all--but it still fits beautifully into the album. Also, lots of callbacks in here--town and crown are used a LOT in her prior albums. A few examples: “You traded your baseball cap for a crown” in ‘Long Live’, “They took the crown but it's alright” in ‘Call it What You Want,’ “Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town” in ‘False God.’ Now, again, these could just be words that she loves to use (they also rhyme with a lot), or there could be some deeper connections. I’m guessing it’s somewhere in the middle.

highlight lyric: “second, third, and hundredth chances // balancin' on breaking branches // those eyes add insult to injury”

my tears ricochet - I’ll admit this song had to grow on me a little bit. Why? Well, I don’t love revenge-ballads. But, this is much more complex than LWYMMD, and like the rest of the album, it centers the more vulnerable side of her anger. This song is 100% about Big Machine Records and Scooter Braun. The funeral is for her--or the version of herself that died just before Reputation--and she is back as a ghost (or another version of herself) to haunt those who caused her death. It’s slow, moody, haunted... Everything you want from a bitter funeral march. The best part of this song is that she doesn’t solely pass blame. She shows off her self-awareness, which has become more common in all her music since 1989, but still very clearly places responsibility on Scooter for her ‘stolen lullabies’ (i.e. her masters). Swift claims this song is about young love gone wrong--but, death is a pretty intense metaphor, and given that she blatantly used it (for the first, and maybe only time?) to talk about her career, I don’t think anyone is buying it.

highlight lyric: “I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace // and you’re the hero flying around saving face”

mirrorball - Maybe I’m just a biased toward romantic and nostalgic songs, because I don’t love this one either. (I’m sorry!) But, here’s what I’ll say: this song is still exquisite. It reminds me of the reverb-radio-vibe of the late 80s songs, but with the astral, saccharine flavor of the rest of the album. If you condensed the Miss Americana documentary into a song, this would be it. A reflection (get it?) of fame and her desire to be everything to everyone--to be well liked, to be the center of attention. The coolest thing about ‘mirrorball,’ to me, is that she hasn’t written a song quite like this before. It’s sort of a manic-pixie-dream-girl version of herself. Swift is telling us that she knows who she is, and that comes with seeing the less ‘pretty’ side.

highlight lyric: “I’m still a believer, but I don’t know why // I’ve never been a natural, all I do is try, try try.”

seven - Can you say haunting innocence? This is a great song for half-attentive listening in the sun, and it could almost be a lullaby. In Swift-lore, the theme of childhood shows up every so often, like in ‘Mary’s Song,’ ‘The Best Day,’ ‘It’s Nice to Have a Friend,’ and ‘Christmas Tree Farm.’ This one is definitely the most dreamy, and it is also tinged with that darkness that consistently underlies all the tracks on this album--“Are there still beautiful things?” Imagine a sepia filter, and that’s kind of what this song embodies. Some fans have wondered about this song as a possible hint to bisexuality and/or relationships with women in general. (See Kaylor fan theories if you want to dive deep.) I can see this--the childhood friend has braids, which could imply she’s a little girl, and they ‘hide in the closet’. However, it seems more likely to me that this is coincidence. Lots of kids play in their closets, and if the song is about the friend’s father being angry all the time (and maybe abusive?) hiding in the closet also makes literal sense. I think the imagery in this song is some of my favorite on this album.

Another interesting point that I haven’t seen discussed so far is that Swift names this song ‘seven’ spelled out, yet uses the number ‘1′ in the first track title. The only other track she uses numbers in the name is ‘22′, which is about being 22. So, she could be trying to push past the idea that ‘seven’ is just about being 7 years old--though I do think it’s about that, too. She could also be intentionally connecting ‘the 1′ to ‘22′ in some way. They are both a similar vibe, and perhaps they even refer to the same time period in her life. If we go with that theory, who was T dating at 22? The most likely candidate for that timeframe is Conor Kennedy, which was sort of short-lived, and didn’t seem to end with as much fire as many of her break-ups. So, it’s possible that it’s about him. Or, maybe she just wanted to make sure we knew that ‘the 1′ was a concept she doesn’t really believe in anyway, and didn’t want to grant it the full word ‘one’. Will we ever know?

highlight lyric: “Before I learned civility // I used to scream // Ferociously // Any time I wanted”

august - It seems clear to me that this is the second song in the love-triangle narrative. I’ve heard people claim this is ‘illicit affairs’, but those people obviously haven’t looked at the lyrics. The narrator says ‘James, get in the car,’ which is directly connected to the lyrics in ‘betty.’ But, even without that obvious link, the style of august fits in with the stylistic choices of ‘cardigan’ and ‘betty’. All three have strong instrumental tracks complementing the vocals, soft harmonies, and lots of wistful lyrics. ‘illicit affairs’ cuts much sharper and deeper, but more on that later. Combining the dreamy vibes of ‘seven’ with the slight bop of ‘the 1′, this track is sticky--easy to get stuck in your head. The only thing I wonder about this song is how old this narrator is meant to be. They’re drinking wine, and she references going ‘back to school,’ which sort of feels like a reference to the college experience. But, the betty and james characters make numerous references that feel like high school. So, maybe this affair took place in another city with a college girl? I have to wonder if this is Swift referencing some of the age-gap relationships she’s been in. Again, with Conor Kennedy, she was 22, and he was 18. She also supposedly crashed his sister’s wedding in August, and that was the start of the end of their short romance. I’m just saying...

highlight lyric: “Wanting was enough, for me it was enough // to live for the hope of it all.”

this is me trying - If ‘The Archer’ was Swift confessing to her bad habits after a couple early relationship fights, ‘this is me trying’ is a desperate reminder a few months into the relationship. The two songs are sonically very similar, and I didn’t love the vibe (sorry, again!) the first time. But, I do love the artistic continuation. ‘this is me trying’ slows us down even more than ‘The Archer’ did, with a drum line that is almost like a heart beat, and it feels much less hopeful as a result. The lyrics are also some of the darkest I’ve heard from Swift--”I got wasted like all my potential” and “could’ve followed my fears all the way down.” My heart almost can’t handle this song, to be honest. She also references films again, but my favorite imagery connection is her standing over the lookout, which calls back to Rebekah looking out over the sea in LGAD.

highlight lyric: “and maybe I don't quite know what to say // but I'm here in your doorway”

illicit affairs - This song has that ‘All Too Well’ ache with a hint of ‘Death by A Thousand Cuts’ energy, and personally, I love it. You’ve got the busy instrumental strings underneath a simple, yet haunting melody line, and it’s that light, anxious tension that fits beautifully with the theme of the song. The lyrics depict the simple, small heartbreaking things that remind you of the pain you’re putting yourself through, which is reflected in the slightly surprising, soaring note at the end of the line in the verses. Whether you’ve actually been involved in an affair, these feelings show up in plenty of toxic relationships, and that universality is part of what makes the song powerful. The lyrics aren’t about pretty images, but that’s sort of the point. It’s prime Swift conversational lyricism, and you could pick out any number of lines that make a painful short poem all by themselves.

highlight lyric: “and you wanna scream // don’t call me “kid,” don’t call me “baby” // look at this godforsaken mess that you made me // you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else”

invisible string - The primary love song on the album, this feels like a follow up to ‘Lover,’ maybe something she’d sing after being married a year or two. It’s sort of like ‘Mine,’ but much more mature, partly indicated by the pace of the song, which is steady and sure of itself. It’s also lovely to me that she’s returned to a bit of her country vibes--I ask you, would it feel like true end-game love for Swift if she couldn’t write a country love song about it? Back when she wrote country, all her happy ending songs were merely aspirational, and now they feel true. This is also 100% about Joe Alwyn, and to me, this is proof they have not broken up like some early reviews speculated. We also need to acknowledge that she’s past the Joe Jonas break up (um, good, that was ages ago) and is sending him and Sophie presents for their baby. I read a review that basically said this song seems a little too ‘all tied up’ for Swift, and that it doesn’t feel as genuine as a result. I sort of agree, but if we can take a sad song and accept that it isn’t how she feels 100% of the time, can’t we also do that with happy songs? Plus, she technically does say that it would be ‘pretty to think,’ which sort of implies it’s more a thought experiment than an actual belief. So, there’s that little twinge of sadness we needed to appease the folklore goddess. Oh, and of course, there’s a reference to Lover’s color scheme, saying time “gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies.” Which, many Kaylor hopefuls read as a reference to the Bi pride flag. To that, I just say... Maybe?

highlight lyric: “time, mystical time // cutting me open, then healing me fine”

Mad woman - My favorite thing about this song is the piano melody that happens in the background the whole song, working in concert with the main melody, but also completely independent (and haunting). It reminds me of one concept of madness--having multiple voices or thoughts going on simultaneously. But of course, it’s artfully and perfectly put together, which is the whole point. What could be perceived as madness is, in this case, what makes her able to create a masterful work of art. Now, this is also certainly a song about her masters, Scooter Braun, and Scott Borchetta. But it is also another feminist anthem. Women are taught not to be angry, not to yell, not to react with any emotionality otherwise we are discredited entirely. Swift directly calls this to attention by explaining that we’re angry for a reason--often antagonized intentionally until ‘you find something to wrap your noose around.’ She also makes the important point that women can also ‘hunt witches,’ and can be complicit in treating one another poorly. This is a reference to Scooter Braun’s wife defending him publicly against Taylor. Probably the most savage line is about the ‘master of spin’ having affairs, which she implies his wife knows about and seems to passively accept. But Swift doesn’t go too hard on her, reminding us that ‘no one likes a mad woman’, and that pressure is real. Could this ‘master of spin’ also be Scooter? I think probably. But I did read that some people are connecting this song to Hillary Clinton (she’s a scorpio, and the song references a scorpion sting), and that maybe Trump is the adulterer here... I feel like that’s a stretch, but I appreciate the interpretation.

highlight lyric: “What a shame she went mad // You made her like that”

epiphany - I suspect this song is directly related to how Swift is processing the current state of the pandemic. The atmospheric vibe with slow, clock-ticking beat in the background really feels momentous and poignant. Yes, she starts with images conjured from her grandfather’s stories of World War II, but she quickly seems to compare this awful battle to the doctors fighting COVID-19 on the frontlines in hospitals. The lyrics are simple, repetitive, and powerful. With so many ill literally struggling to breathe, the lines about breathing out really do hit especially hard these days. I can’t believe that wasn’t a thoughtful choice. The chorus is just barely hopeful, reminiscent of the numbness we all have to use as a coping mechanism to get through traumatic experiences. But it’s that little sliver of hope that makes the song even sadder--is that possible?

highlight lyric: “only twenty minutes to sleep // but you dream of some epiphany // just one single glimpse of relief // to make some sense of what you've seen”

betty - Give me all that Tim McGraw, Love Story, early Taylor pop-country. This song is definitely enhanced in part because of its connections to ‘cardigan’ and ‘august,’ but it stands strong on its own. It’s old news at this point, but James and Inez are based on the names of Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds’s daughters, so it’s all-but-confirmed that their third daughter was named Betty. Written from the perspective of James, there is massive speculation out there about whether the narrator is meant to be a boy or a girl. There are reasonable clues on both sides, so I’ll just say this: I love Taylor, but she’s always been a little late to the party when it comes to socialized ideas of male/female. Because of that, I don’t think she’d have a female narrator riding a skateboard. I also feel from the style of narration--“I don’t know anything;” “just a summer thing;” “would you tell me to go fuck myself”--it does sound more like stereotypical teenage boy language than what we know as swiftie teenage girl language. What I do like about this song, though, is that because it’s written from James’s perspective, it does sort of leave a wider opening for personal interpretation than some of her other love-story-like songs. The reason I personally love this song is that it’s mostly about redemption and forgiveness. Everyone has wished someone who broke their heart would write this song about them, and so it offers catharsis. Plus, it’s the only song on the album that truly feels happy at the end--thanks, key change! It’s refreshing and heartening, and it’s good timing, too. After the heaviest song on the album, we needed it. (Oh, and there’s a callback to the broken cobblestones from ‘cardigan’. And then he literally mentions her cardigan. So.)

highlight lyric: “if you kiss me // will it be just like I dreamed it? // will it patch your broken wings?”

peace - The vibe of this song is like laying on your couch in the summer with light coming in through the blinds and the ceiling fan is going around just fast enough to keep the warm air circulating, but not really cool you off. This song has a hint of ‘False God’ style, a little jazzy, but otherwise, it’s a pretty fresh feel for Swift. The message fits this thoughtful, lightly antsy feeling. She’s basically saying she wants to start a family with Joe (no, I don’t think she is literally pregnant yet) and settle down, but there is no real ‘settling down’ with her level of fame. I also think that Swift truly enjoys making music, performing, and engaging with her fans, and she doesn’t want to leave that life behind any time soon. So, she’s asking him if he can make that work. It’s, again, a mature vision of what a long-term relationship can actually look and feel like. Not all of us can truly relate to the burdens of fame, but there are other ways we can be unable to ‘give you peace’. No relationship is idyllic forever in the way romantic love often makes it out to be, and this song gives us a more realistic, consistent example. And just in case we thought this was just a nice song, the whole ‘clowns to the West’ is another potential Easter egg. In the lyric video, east is not capitalized, but West is. Most likely, this is a dig at Kanye. If we want to believe Taylor wasn’t being vengeful, it could potentially be a reference to Rebekah (West was her maiden name). I lean toward theory one, although it’s kind of amazing that it works out such that it connects to both.

highlight lyric: “but I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm // if your cascade ocean wave blues come”

hoax - (Phew last one--I don’t have access to ‘the lakes’ yet) Swift can’t end the album without bringing us all back to the raw emotional space she opened up within us. This song brings back similar piano lines from ‘mad woman’ and the image of screaming on the cliffside. Chronologically, ‘hoax’ feels like it takes place after or during the death of her reputation, i.e. the feud with Kim and Kanye, when she was still very vulnerable. Based on timeline, this seems likely to be either Calvin Harris or Tom Hiddleston. It could really be some combination of the two, since many songs aren’t really about just one person. My gut tells me it’s primarily about Calvin, since she’s referenced that they didn’t have a very faithful relationship--”your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in.” Both relationships travelled a lot--“I left a part of me in new york.” I’m guessing she’s referencing the feud with Harris over her writing credit on ‘This is What You Came For.’ She takes attacks on her career as seriously as hurtful relationships, and since she’s referencing being torn apart by the media when she says that “what you did was just as dark,” I think it’s likely that this also has something to do with hurting her reputation. It’s another hauntingly beautiful song, and you can totally imagine yourself out on that cliff looking at the midnight sea as the piano line ends.

highlight lyric: “you knew the password, so I let you in the door // you knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score?”

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Overall, the album is my favorite of Taylor’s so far for two reasons: 1) the continuity in both theme and sound is stellar, and 2) there aren’t any songs that I don’t like. Usually, there are 1-3 songs on Taylor’s albums that are either forgettable or too on-the-nose for my taste. I’m sure that is a product, in part, of having to craft songs for radio-play and for her amazing, cinematic live shows. Having given herself the freedom to make whatever music she wanted without thinking (so much) about whether they’d top the charts or be good for a stadium concert, she made an album without a single ‘pop just because’ track.

Now the real question is... What will she do with the remaining 6 months of quarantine???

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